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My bookshop fantasies ndash 2

In the 70s there was a normal bookshop in London, on the edge of Soho, maybe Tottenham Court Road or Charing Cross Road, and going past I noticed a sign saying ‘adult books’ and an arrow pointing downstairs. Of course I went in, and you had to walk the length of the shop, in your dirty mac, to get to the stairs leading down to the dirty bookshop. Once there though I had the joy many times of acquiring armfuls of mags to add to my huge collection. There’s always a few of us in there, pervs in...

Pants spunking in the dirty bookshops

based on real events but enhanced for entertainment value & because memory is poor...It’s the 80s and I’m now on the road all the time. There’s a dirty bookshop in every town and I know them all. And they know me. It’s a golden age for dirty mags – they’re not explicit (yet) and we’ve got Escort, Fiesta and the Tozerward mags Peaches, Amazons, and 50+. In the exchange bookshops I also get the US mags and Continental ones too. Spick & Span are long gone but I still find some I haven’t...

The Last Bookshop Omega and Alpha

Their black eyes shimmered as a dark terror rendered him immobile. An existential cry for help drowned in the deluge of panic that filled his mind. His paralysed vocal chords felt so numb and useless, and his leaden limbs refused to move.Forward they advanced, self-assured with each step, their impassive faces certain they had their transgressor. Digging deep, the tardy swell of adrenaline fuelled his need for flight. He turned and ran; his sluggish legs moved but felt disconnected and...

The Bookshop Part 1

Chapter 1"Oh, I'm good at following instructions and love to learn new things, kinda like a sponge," she said and smiled at the smart-looking gentleman who was about halfway between her age and her Dad‘s. "So you think maybe I might do? Shall I come back Friday? Anything in particular I should wear?" she asked.He chuckled at the rapid-fire questions. "You'll definitely do,” he replied, “let's see how it goes Friday but I think we’ll be a good match. There's no dress code as such but smart...

The Last Bookshop Fellowship s End

Boldly in broad daylight, Dominic Carshalton calmly approached the cellar door and forced his way in. As the harbinger of their doom, his intuition bayed for blood. Someone, a woman, called out for Coulter. A locked kitchen door proved no barrier and he blasted the lock with his revolver. He expected his powers to be ineffectual yet his intuition mocked the fear in Coulter’s eyes. Despite their altercation in the hallway, Carshalton had the measure of him now. Pursuing them as they fled,...

Encounters in a Bookshop

He saw her the minute she walked through the shop doorway and stood there shaking the rain from her umbrella. His hand was raised to wave but something made him hesitate. Later he was to wonder about this. Was it because he sensed something? Did she seem secretive even then, in the doorway? Or had he just been lucky? Standing, half-hidden behind one of the centre rows of bookshelves, he watched her pass, only a few feet from him. He saw she was still wearing the black tailored suit that she...

A search for a vibrator leads to sexual a adventure in bookshops and the adult cinema

I suppose it all began over a Rampant Rabbit. I’ve never really been much of a fan of sex aids though I know lots of men like to see women using them and I’ve occasionally been happy to use a variety of them even the larger ones at the request of the man of the particular moment if that’s what gets him going. However as a general rule I prefer the real article and it was only because a couple of my female friends raved about how good the RR was that I even heard about...

A search for a vibrator leads to sexual a adventure in bookshops and the adult cinema

I suppose it all began over a Rampant Rabbit. I’ve never really been much of a fan of sex aids though I know lots of men like to see women using them and I’ve occasionally been happy to use a variety of them even the larger ones at the request of the man of the particular moment if that’s what gets him going. However as a general rule I prefer the real article and it was only because a couple of my female friends raved about how good the RR was that I even heard about...

The Little Oxford Bookshop

The bookshop was just as Lance had described when he’d e mailed her directions, and the Oxford side-street offered the perfect setting for it. The sign above the door ‘ Books At Leisure’ was professionally hand-painted in bottle-green onto a white background above the window, and the two trimmed box-dwarf conifers at either side of the front door gave the shop a quaint, but chic feel to it’s exterior. Dawn leaned on the wall opposite the shop for quite a while, taking in the scene and finishing...

The Last Bookshop Black Miasma

Swatting her peachy rump, she made that yelping sound he liked. He slapped it again and plunged deep into her. Looking down, the black lace suspenders and stocking tops melded perfectly into her taut flanks. His penis glistened with her juices snug around her labia. Inside her at its hilt, she squeezed involuntarily and moaned. Rearing up, he caught her gaze into the mirror. Her fevered expression, face flushed, and her expression etched with bliss – he felt her torment. This languid...

The Little Oxford Bookshop

The bookshop was just as Lance had described when he’d e mailed her directions, and the Oxford side-street offered the perfect setting for it. The sign above the door ‘ Books At Leisure’ was professionally hand-painted in bottle-green onto a white background above the window, and the two trimmed box-dwarf conifers at either side of the front door gave the shop a quaint, but chic feel to it’s exterior.Dawn leaned on the wall opposite the shop for quite a while, taking in the scene and finishing...

The delights of buying dirty mags from ladies

In the very early days, buying my dirty mags was not at all easy – in the specialist bookshops they had back in the 60s, it was very nearly always men that served. Even with the rare shops where ladies served, I was still too embarrassed. It was simply that I needed those mags – that was the only way I got my sex pleasure, apart from ‘lucky views’, and I had to have them. It was only a few years later, in the 70s and then the 80s, that buying my dirty mags became one of my greatest joys, if it...

Cumming in my pants in the shop

These events occurred many many years ago, so I’ve had to use my imagination to fill the gaps, with maybe a bit of embellishment too.....Some people would say it’s bad enough cumming in your pants just looking at photos – which is what happens to me all the time – but doing it before you’ve even bought the mag? Pathetic! My only regret is the only girl I was able to tell, that Her cover photo made me pants-spunk standing in the shop in my dirty mac, was Miss Danica. The first time was back in...

New Catherine Dixon s Punishment

Catherine Dixon’s Punishment By Jonnyboy A Five part Story taken from certain events now reworked from the original by the Author who reserves copyright. This story is for the most part a work of fiction and should be viewed as such only by those over eighteen who view it as such and have no objection to the subjects of bondage/ bdsm/sexual slavery/voyeurism and emotional incest. Synopsis: Oblivious as to their real motives after being told they...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 10

For the first time since her divorce Victoria Preston was wishing she still had a husband, or live in lover. Having Just days ago been subjected to the most sexual abuse that she would have believed possible and at the hands of a total stranger at that, a stranger complete with a horrific leather mask, who had beaten and sexually humiliated her, in full view that awful woman Joan and of course her nemesis Sean Brady. Now just an hour ago Sean had simply walked into her home and doing so with...

Service Part 1

Monday 8th March, 2021; 07:47 The corporate takeover of our formerly independent healthcare store, Maxson's, by a company known as Simeon Paydes International, had been the talk of the staff for weeks. Our town, Lynton, wasn't the largest, and most businesses there had been small family-run things since time immemorial. There were countless worries and concerns from staff that a corporate shake-up would result in job losses, and whilst we had been assured that wouldn't be the case it...

Grandma 8217 s Lovers

I thought that I was meeting Mrs Hattersley for the first time. My grandmother had often spoken of her (‘my good friend Mrs Hattersley’), but I couldn’t recall ever actually meeting her. ‘Yes. You must have been only six or seven last time I saw you.’ ‘Well, that was a while ago,’ I said. ‘In fact 15 years ago. At least.’ She nodded. ‘Yes. I suppose it must be. How time flies.’ From the way in which my grandmother had spoken...

My Grandmother 8217 s lovers

‘Yes. You must have been only six or seven last time I saw you.’ ‘Well, that was a while ago,’ I said. ‘In fact 15 years ago. At least.’ She nodded. ‘Yes. I suppose it must be. How time flies.’ From the way in which my grandmother had spoken about Mrs Hattersley, I was expecting a bookish middle-aged widow. I expected her to be wearing a sensible granny-type skirt – probably in lovat or navy blue – and maybe a floral blouse or even a...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 3

Only at the weekend, with her husband finally at home, would Catherine find some rest-bite from from constant thoughts of ‘her new young master’ as she cleaned, cooked and generally tried her best to recreate her previous family bonding. Even so, over those couple of days, Catherine could still think of very little other Sean’s treatment of her on that Wednesday afternoon. With her every such thought recalling over and again how he had quite simply conquered her body and mind and so yet...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 18

Finally having the house to herself after the departure of her son Dan and the young girl Sharon, Catherine Dixon was at long last able to take a long hot soak in her bath, but more importantly a private bath and to reflect upon her feelings, not only of how she’d yet again been sexually used and abused by both her son and his strange new girlfriend, but of how Dan had taken another giant step toward sexually owning his own Mother. For where he’d previously been satisfied sexually...

Getting ready for mac wanking

Got my perv gear in the van to change into after work – wank-trousers, hole in pocket, baggy, absorbent material for instant wet patch. ‘Dirty’ mac – it has got some spunk stains but actually it’s quite clean, holes in pockets, long enough to cover spunk running down trousers, zipped up. Flat cap, goggle glasses. Always got dirty books in van in boxes, plus case which goes into every shop I go into to buy more dirty books. Finally, roll of toilet paper to clench between buttocks for maximum...

Unexpected

I have always loved reading. I read all sorts of books, both fact and fiction. I like travel books, history books, biographies, mysteries, murders, in fact all sorts of reading material. My very favourite are short stories with a twist in the tale: Those clever stories that have an unexpected ending. A favourite author is Jack Finney whose tales are often about shifts in time. The titles of his various books on Amazon give the clue to his obsession with time - “Time and Time Again,” “About...

Father Figure

I never really knew my father.I had only just turned seven when Mum and Dad split up. He'd told her one night that he was going to set up home with his secretary (the usual scenario: middle-aged man trades in spouse for a younger, sportier model). Mum was devastated and grappled with acute depression for months, but managed to hold down her job, as a senior supervisor at our local supermarket. It was really her tenacity which kept our heads above water.Dad never came round to visit us, even...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 11

Although seemingly each of them were deep in thought, in reality Catherine Dixon and her son Dan were if fact just too embarrassed to speak during the journey home from the party, in fact the trip had been completed in strained silence, until once indoors Mother and son retired to their respective bedrooms. There each to ponder upon that evenings momentous events. Soothing her beaten and battered body in a hot bath, Catherine’s emotions were in turmoil, for although there could have been no...

Pervert Wanker ndash a day in the life

I always spend time looking out my window, hoping to see girls walking along, but I have to be careful at the week-end if I’m going to the pub(s) tonight – no, not drinking with friends but to see go-go (60s & 70s style).My excitement’s grown all week as I anticipate my trip to London, to the Green Man. I love go-go, and when it was on the telly a few years back those girls would make me spunk my pants every week. Seeing it for real is even better, I don’t feel too out of place in my long...

Pervert Wanker a day in the life

I always spend time looking out my window, hoping to see girls walking along, but I have to be careful at the week-end if I’m going to the pub(s) tonight – no, not drinking with friends but to see go-go (60s & 70s style). My excitement’s grown all week as I anticipate my trip to London, to the Green Man. I love go-go, and when it was on the telly a few years back those girls would make me spunk my pants every week. Seeing it for real is even better, I don’t feel too out of place in my long...

Book Town

Prologue 1685 There was a light wind from the sea as they led her down to the mudflats. The thin shift she wore offered little protection from the cool evening air. After the elders had completely their sacred duty they retreated back to the harbour and surveyed the scene from a distance. The maid looked out to the water. Had the tide turned yet, she mused. Was it in ebb or flow? She knew not but she would find out soon enough. She wished she could forgive her unknown accusers. Who had...

Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt 27

Vidi, vici, veni I fumbled for my watch. ‘Christ! Is that the time?’ Gina, of course, was gazing ceilingward in glassy-eyed bliss and could not reply. I scrambled into my clothes and hailed a cab, and as it carried me to London Bridge Station I rang the client and gave some excuse for my lateness. This particular client was based in an inconveniently remote south-eastern suburb, the principal thing I remembered from my only previous visit was that there was evidently some kind of college in...

Free Universal Carnal KnowledgeChapter 27 Vidi vici veni

I fumbled for my watch. "Christ! Is that the time?" Gina, of course, was gazing ceilingward in glassy-eyed bliss and could not reply. I scrambled into my clothes and hailed a cab, and as it carried me to London Bridge Station I rang the client and gave some excuse for my lateness. This particular client was based in an inconveniently remote south-eastern suburb; the principal thing I remembered from my only previous visit was that there was evidently some kind of college in the area that...

The Rock A Love Story

The Rock. A love Story. Trish, 2019. When you consider that even in the 21st century class divisions tend to dictate who you mix with in British society Lee and I never should have become friends, let alone the very best friends, yet we were. My family lived in the affluent old village on the edge of town while Lee was raised very much the wrong side of the tracks, but everyone loved the funny self-confident Lee. Even my mother whose aristocratic upbringing meant she was usually very...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 12

Having completed an all too rare shopping expedition with her daughter Caroline, and now concluding lunch with coffee, Catherine Dixon was now having to fend of some increasingly difficult questions from her daughter. Certainly Catherine had been delighted to hear her daughter praising her new hairstyle and that with a new sparkle in her eyes and a far more glamorous manner of dressing, her Mother looked ‘more attractive than ever’ these days. “It’s almost as if you’ve taken a lover Mum”...

Medbh

She lay on her side. She had been awake for some time and was trying to take in every feature of the as yet unfamiliar bedroom. Through a chink in the yellow curtains sunlight was streaming in and the room looked warm, pleasant and cosy. There was an oil painting of a woman by a modern Chinese artist on the wall, in reds and yellows, and there was a low cupboard that probably housed clothes. There was an arm around her waist. A hand had cupped her right breast and its middle finger was...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 14

Breakfast time at the Dixon household the following morning was a quiet affair, where Mother, daughter and Son all appeared to be lost in thought. As indeed they were, and although shortly having to leave for what his Mother assumed to be his day at College, Dan was unable to resist furtive glances at both His Mother and Sister Caroline, both of whom he’d witnessed first hand in the ‘Bookshop’ the previous day. Although Sean hadnt allowed him to observe what Dan assumed to be His sister’s...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 19

Karen Taylor If she wasn’t centre stage witnessing it herself, Karen Taylor would have had difficulty believing such events could happen in real life, when despite her own experiences of the bdsm scene she’d have now thought of herself as having been parachuted straight into one the fetish bdsm movies she so enjoyed watching cuddled up beside her lover and junior business partner, Annie Day. Although as she now stood all but naked, with her each of her widely spread bare feet standing upon...

Closer Than Breathing A Light Gay OdysseyChapter 9

The three copies of the book Oracles of Aten, currently stored in Jeremy's basement, were proof that Alicia's story about the sect was not entirely fanciful, however imaginative her general interest in the occult might be. Could she, for instance, really believe in astrology? Dale asked her once why, since the constellations and planets were clearly visible in the night sky, no one had successfully predicted the winning numbers of the national lottery from them. Her answer was that the...

Becky

I needed a job, a Saturday job. I wasn’t allowed to work during the week, my brother had helped on a milk round from when he was fourteen, then been stopped because he was underage, then started again. I was the youngest and not allowed to work during the week so my schoolwork wouldn’t suffer. But I needed a job; I couldn’t take girls out on the pittance I got in pocket money. I needed a job! So did most of the school age kids in the town. So there weren’t enough to go round. The only one I...

Mac man rsquo s adventures 5

What is it about perverts and their dirty rainmacs? Some use them for flashing, which is not something I’ve ever done or would ever do – that’s nasty and offensive. Obviously most of us use them for mac-wanking, where you’ve modified the mac by removing one of the mac pockets, and then you’ve got matching wank-trousers so you go through both holes and onto your penis. Underpants or not? I really liked the feeling of getting on site (my favourite spots on the streets), maybe rubbing the front of...

Closer Than Breathing A Light Gay OdysseyChapter 16

The small town of Hay-on-Wye, with its forty bookshops and international literary festival, was obviously an attraction for Jeremy and me as we were in the book trade. Alicia too was happy to spend another long weekend in her girlfriend's five-bedroom detached 'cottage' on the edge of the town. Dale was keen to go, if only to take a break away from London for a few days. Coincidentally, Loyd Larcher was due to speak at a festival event on Saturday evening. Loyd and Alicia had finished...

Blissful Booking

Uncertainly, Yorke Martin approached the red-signed shop, “SUMNER BOOKS.” Was his troubled mind really recovering? Dr Phillip, his psychiatrist, who had guided him through the two years of trauma, thought that the prospects were positive.“Of course,” he had added, old eyes full of understanding, “the grief is something else. No guarantees there. Time may be the only sedative.”His first approach to books since that awful time, and, only yesterday, Sunday, he had opened his laptop, cautiously...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 9

As had her sister before her, Victoria Preston turned her nose up at the down-market area while looking from her car to the tired looking bookshop across the road. Then she looked back at the couple of rough looking youths who seemed to be hanging around the entrance. Looking at her watch and unaware Sean Brady was looking down at her from an upstairs window, Vicky eventually decided she was now late enough to perhaps keep Sean on tenterhooks as to whether she would turn up or not. So after...

Poetry and Lemon Cakes

Claudette stared balefully out the window of her small bookshop, watching the groups of Nazi soldiers pacing through the streets. Business had taken a turn for the worse since their occupation of her city in France. Wars were always hard times, but even her wealthier patrons had ceased coming to her shop because she was unable to procure the new literature. Instead, she was forced to stock piles and piles of the Fuhrer’s Mein Kampf. Sighing, she fingered through her copy battered of Cyrano de...

Jury Service Finally Fnished OR Mature Maureen

WARNING _ THIS IS A LONG ONE (ha ha) At last.Finally the jury service had finished. Case closed, the guy never did anything wrong, as far as we could see.It hadn't been a bad couple of weeks, to be honest. We had a good bunch on our panel, all with a sense of humour. Seven women, and five men, including myself.We had been sent out after giving our verdict, and were pretty much just waiting to be told what to do next and, as there was a canteen, made use of our time by drinking coffee and...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 21

“You don’t think you went a little over the top with Mum do you Trevor? Asked Claire Taylor of her boyfriend when cuddling up to him in bed that night, after having stood by watching Trevor not only beating her Mother until Karen Taylor was genuinely begging for mercy, but afterward sexually using and humiliating her in a display of almost sadistic sexual domination Claire Taylor had not previously thought Trevor to be capable of. Not that Claire had been overly concerned over the suffering...

Becoming orgasmic

“You want to become what?”This was my first reaction when my flatmate Cara told me of her latest idea. I was used to her endless searching for the ‘thing’ that would change her life for ever. It was safe to say that she was not happy with her lot and tried aimlessly to find something that would enable her to feel better about her self. “I want to become orgasmic.”Usually I’m quick off the mark but this time she had stumped me.“What the hell does that mean? Become Orgasmic. How on earth did you...

Becoming Orgasmic

"You want to become what?" This was my first reaction when my flatmate Cara told me of her latest idea. I was used to her endless searching for the 'thing' that would change her life for ever. It was safe to say that she was not happy with her lot and tried aimlessly to find something that would enable her to feel better about her self. "I want to become orgasmic." Usually I'm quick off the mark but this time she had stumped me. "What the hell does that mean? Become Orgasmic. How on...

Parallelalities The Serial Take

Parallelalities - The Serial Take (Part 1 of 5) by Bill Hart Randy stared at his television totally disgusted. He simply couldn't believe all the worthless crap that was being put out on his new six-foot screen. And the garbage wasn't coming from just the six over-the-air networks. Even his recently expanded digital cable system had absolutely nothing he considered worth taking the time to watch on any of its over two hundred channels. Tonight was going to be one...

War A Love Story Part 2

Fr?ulein Dietz was inconsolable for days about the fire that had gutted the library, but no look of suspicion settled on Willy Fr?hlich. The cause was clear, she said. The electrical wiring in the building had not been renewed since it was installed at the turn of the century, and it was just one more reason why it was so important to have everything at Ravenskopf renovated. With no more of Professor Dietz's notes to write up, Willy was assigned as Celina's personal assistant and s...

Melissa Won t Let Go Chapter 3 Mrs Singh

Melissa Won't Let Go. By Tanya H. -3- MRS SINGH Another walk through the city as a female. At least this time I had company, somebody to prevent some lone male inadvertently making me their fantasy. Lora chattered inconsequentially about the weather and football and anything but my predicament. At least she slowed a bit so my little legs weren't too rubbery as we stopped in front of an independent bookshop I'd never seen before. "Here we are, we'll get you sorted inside." She...

Closer Than Breathing A Light Gay OdysseyChapter 7

My circuitous route into Dale's arms had been like one of those yarns about a stranger in town who goes tramping down street after street, eventually to find the place he sought was round the corner a few yards from where he started. Having at last crossed into the territory of physical love, I felt that everything between us was right, exactly as it ought to be. From that first night together, it was to be the two of us against the world. The next day, just after one, he rang me at the...

Closer Than Breathing A Light Gay OdysseyChapter 8

My help in Hatshepsut's Pavilion soon amounted to much more than minding the shop occasionally while Alicia nipped out. She rang, or came into the bookshop, several times a day to ask about local advertising or wanting an opinion on potential new items of stock. Once she showed me a couple of parchment scrolls, one illuminated with Egyptian hieroglyphics, and the other with the early Germanic script known as runes. They cost about a pound each wholesale, and she thought they might sell for...

Caleb 27 Back again

Dianna led us into a room, holding the painting I had given her. I could see she had tears in her eyes, and I knew they were happy ones. I was pleased that I had managed to repair at least some of the damage I had done at the farm when I’d been so angry over the attack. She walked to one side of the room, and I saw the photograph the painting was based on on the wall. It was yellowed and faded, in a small frame, and was about half the size of the painting. Dianna took down the photograph and...

Love is all that matters pt2 New employee old habits

I smiled at the message and undressed myself prepared for bed, i brushed my teeth and went to the toillete pulling my dick out and aiming with my sleepy eyes, one hand typing to Jess the other holding my dick, i wrote to her: "Dont worry, i fell asleep too, and i thought u didnt like action movies. All that blood and shooting... " "Well i dont, but im that nice for my big brother" her reply made me smile. "Go to sleep, silly boy" i teased her like old times when she had her hair short...

When Ladies Were Ladies Part 4 The Conclusion

I knew quite a lot of the men who enlisted to fight for King and country; I went to the same school that they did. The townspeople lined the streets as the battalion which became known as the Dover riflemen marched proudly through the town down to the docks to embark on a troopship to take them to France. I knew as indeed did most people that some of those men would never return home. For the first few months, nothing happened so everyone just assumed that the whole thing would be settled by...

Upskirt Photography Can Be Fun

any of those places with real seasons, will know that one of the best things about the end of winter and the warm weather starting is the opportunity to shed the winter woollies and get out the summery stuff. If, like me, you’re a bit of an exhibitionist who likes to tease, there aren’t many opportunities to expose your bits when you’re wrapped up against the wind and the rain. In spring 2012 we had a few nice days in March, and I’d dug my spring frocks out of the back of...

True Love Ways

My university days had ended my magical sexual education with the wonderful Laura, who is, another story. As my university courses developed, I had set my mind on becoming a journalist. For two years I slaved at those courses that took me towards my goal. Then, out of nowhere, came the idea of switching to teaching.Funny how impulsive decisions, even if wrong, can have long distance positive effects on a life. So why the change? I never knew and would consider it as fate, but something urged...

Upskirt Photography Can Be Fun

Introduction: Not my own. A bit of exhibitionist fun leads to an exciting sexual encounter Those of you who live in the UK, or any of those places with real seasons, will know that one of the best things about the end of winter and the warm weather starting is the opportunity to shed the winter woollies and get out the summery stuff. If, like me, youre a bit of an exhibitionist who likes to tease, there arent many opportunities to expose your bits when youre wrapped up against the wind and the...

Monsieur Nhocs perfect day

It was a pristine day. A perfect day. Monsieur Nhoc has just come down the stairs from his apartment over his bookshop near the lake. He bows to madame who lives not far, whose name has bypassed his memory, which is actually getting really bad. He likes her, and her tiny dog that looks like a wound-up toy. He may have a chance to know her better, as she looks like someone who would want to know him in return. It must be admitted that he often sees her naked as she walks her dog, her...

50 Shades of A Bookseller

*Crossdress Story*So, I finally got a "proper" job and managed to move out of my parent's house.It was a damn good job too, as my crossdressing was becoming increasingly difficult to keep secret. Numerous times my Mum would try to talk to me through my bedroom door, whilst also slowly creeping it open to talk face to face; why she does this I have no idea, but it's usually at a time when i'm either half dressed in a skirt and bra, with my cock hanging out or when i'm posing for timed photo's on...

Upskirt Photography Can Be Fun

Those of you who live in the UK, or any of those places with real seasons, will know that one of the best things about the end of winter and the warm weather starting is the opportunity to shed the winter woollies and get out the summery stuff. If, like me, you’re a bit of an exhibitionist who likes to tease, there aren’t many opportunities to expose your bits when you’re wrapped up against the wind and the rain. In spring 2012 we had a few nice days in March, and I’d dug my spring frocks out...

Sharing my girlfriend with strangers Part 2

Sharing my girlfriend with strangers – Part 2The Friday night after my babe jerked off a dude in the movies and got fingered, we could not stop talking about what the next step would be, and that it appeared that she wished to take the leap of having a stranger fuck her. She was so wet and so horny at the thought, she came on my tongue, fingers and cock many times. She was a little sore at the pounding she got, so she offered to jerk me off too, which she did, telling me how she was going to...

Tales of a Lust Mage

The bell above me jingles as I push open the front door and enter the bookshop. Discovering the bookshop by chance during my wanderings, I had immediately made a beeline for it. At somewhat of a loose end after finishing my visit to the cemetery and with a couple of hours to kill until my Aunt arrived to pick me up, I explored my old hometown, pangs of nostalgia hitting me as I took in the familiar sights of the town where my parents and I used to live. A little while spent wandering had led me...

Catherine Dixon s PunishmentChapter 20

Caroline Dixon: If Caroline Dixon had won her own battle with her Mother for the attention and affections of their ‘owner’ Peter Harris when at his large country Manor House, the situation in the Dixon Household when Caroline paid a rare visit could be described as being a no contest between Mother and Daughter. For thanks to Dan’s edict that his Mother adopt a minuscule dress dress code about the house when he arrived home and when serving his meals, Catherine Dixon was wearing no more...

Conquests of Eric RochetChapter 13

The auctioneer rapped the gavel, selling the Tiffany lamp to an older couple near the back. "Our next series of items will be sold as a lot. Thirty-six books from the Franklin estate." Eric glanced across the room, as the auctioneer described the collection in more detail, noting the rather mousey woman who had yet to place a bid, but who now sat forward on her chair. Lorene Crutcher was small in stature, standing only five feet tall. Her vivid green eyes offset her pleasant but...

Caleb 24 Rachel

I traveled with Jamie back to the house. She looked impressed when she pulled onto the drive. “Jules’ father must really like you,” she observed. “This is one heck of a house.” I determined to have words with Jules later about that. I hadn’t known that Pops had actually made me the legal owner of the house, thinking he had bought it for his daughter. I had assumed that once we were finished with it, he would either resell at a profit or rent it out. Rachel was sitting in the kitchen when we...

Found Footage

When it all came out, betrayed by Vicky's signature scent, I thought Kate would see it from my side. Or at least try to.After all, she knew what her younger sister was like, how the little minx would tease with her come-to-bed glances, her endless innuendos, the short skirts she would wear whenever she knew we were coming to visit her Mom's house — not to forget those low-cut tops, her makeup done to perfection.During those weeks, the ones leading up to my undoing, I had to keep my...

Katie

Even though Babs had promised to tell Katie all about our little ‘Adventure,’ in the end it had seemed to come to nought. I’d been both distracted and busy and it had been a week or so since I’d been back to my usual Café haunt and when I did so it had been to find that Katie had also moved on.My gentle inquiry was met by the information that she had moved in with her new boyfriend and they were now living in an apartment in a town close by. Such is life and it appeared that Katie was gone and...

Once a wanker always a wanker

A wanker isn’t someone who wanks – it’s a perv who only wanks – a perv like me. In the early days, I never thought about anything else. I certainly had no thoughts about ‘normal’ sex – the idea of putting my hands on a girl never entered my mind, and any thought of that was totally out of order, and I couldn’t imagine any girl liking that – not from me, but any bloke.It was also that the mere sight of a girl caused enormous excitement, specially if I knew I was going to see a girl show, like on...

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I didn’t ever get a proper education, and as far as sex goes I knew what I wanted to know and that was all. Though it wasn’t very much – in fact, it was just about zero. From realising I was only interested in solo-sex in the early 60s (not that I had other options even if I wanted them) up to the late 80s, I was shielded from more or less anything apart from what I saw in my magazines, and lucky views I got. I was more than satisfied with that – from the early 60s I got a lot of satisfaction...

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I first saw Miss Donna Ambrose on the cover of Escort magazine in about 1986, posing with Miss Debbie Jordan. I knew She was special straight away, just the way She posed, Her lovely figure, lovely big bosoms, just the loveliest girl I’d ever seen in my mags.My collection of mags at that time was probably around 5 or 6 thousand, and I’d been worshipping girls for over 20 years by then – I’d only seen girls bare in mags, apart from some lucky glimpses, at a distance on a beach or in a topless...

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I don’t remember where I read that but as soon as I saw it I knew it was me. I also read other things like ‘once a peeper, always a peeper’, and later, ‘once a wanker, always a wanker’, and again immediately recognised myself.Like any adolescent, it took me a while to understand what I was, though I’m sure early on I knew I was different to the other lads. They knew what it was all about and were ‘at it’ from an early age, whereas I worshipped girls from afar and concentrated on building my...

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Even though Babs had promised to tell Katie all about our little ‘Adventure,’ in the end it had seemed to come to nought. I’d been both distracted and busy and it had been a week or so since I’d been back to my usual Café haunt and when I did so it had been to find that Katie had also moved on. My gentle inquiry was met by the information that she had moved in with her new boyfriend and they were now living in an apartment in a town close by. Such is life and it appeared that Katie was gone...

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© Nov, 2002 Jiri found it difficult to adapt to life in Adelaide. In fact, after his experience with Karen on that train journey, Jiri was finding it difficult to adapt to life. He felt hollowed out, empty, as if something was missing in his life; actually, as if everything was missing. During the day, he performed perfectly adequately in his job. The people he worked with were pleasant and efficient, but he did not develop any rapport with them. Time passed, he churned out reports,...

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Anna and Jasmine When someone qualifies as a teacher in Britain, they have to first find a job, then survive a probationary year. It happens that Sheffield is a particularly popular city for students; some sources reckon it has the highest proportion of students wanting to stay after completion of their course of any UK university town or city. Certainly the job market for new graduates is very competitive. Anna eventually found a job starting in September, but in North Derbyshire. She was...

SerendipityChapter 7

Of course, we had to separate and tend to the boat. The wind veered more – it was near enough north-west – and dropped until Serendipity was no longer making steerage-way. Some boats, Serendipity for one, when this happens, gradually spin round until they are facing directly into the wind; it has to do with the balance of the sails and the centre of pressure of the hull in the water. We were sitting in the cockpit, sipping Rooibos tea and watching the sunset when I sheeted out the mizzen so...

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Chapter 1: I Meet the Goddess “Venus, goddess of love?” I stared at the picture of the small figurine in the book I had borrowed from the library. “Nothing like the Venus de Milo I’ve seen in another book,” I thought. She was beautiful even if she didn’t have arms. This one had ballooning breasts, huge thighs and buttocks. Her hair covered her face like a woolly cap. I read the caption that told me that “Without fertile women, no primitive band of hunter gatherers could hope to survive.” ...

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Because of what had been described as my 'physical abnormalities’, I had a difficult childhood. My parents were in the diplomatic corps and therefore constantly moving to new posts in foreign countries. I couldn't go with them; much, I think, to their relief and I wouldn't go to a boarding school, as that would have caused endless problems. This meant that my maternal grandparents who were not happy about this situation and had no qualms about telling me brought me up. My paternal...

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The owl swooped down over sleeping London, a letter, signed and sealed in emerald green clutched in its talons. Even if it had had only the stars to see by it would still have been able to fly true, but it wasn’t necessary. London sleeping was almost as bright as London awake. But light or no light this delivery was a tough one. The post owls prided themselves on being able to find anyone but it didn’t make it easy when the address was simply … London, somewhere… But Dumbledore had given...

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Beagle9690 I joined the Navy fresh out of high school. Good paying jobs were tough to find in Western New York. The steel mills were shutting down. Heavy industry was re-locating down south and paying only one third of the previous wages. When my tour of duty was over I took the civil service test for Correction Officer and passed. My permanent assignment was at a Class-A Max, and eventually, I lucked out and got a wall tower on days. This was the perfect assignment to get out of...

Amish No More

By beagle9690 January 2009 I HAVE BEEN WATCHING SARAH for a year; planning how to abduct her while learning her habits and schedule. Sarah’s younger brother Jacob works at Shultz's saw mill and wholesale lumber yard. He gets a ride into town with John Dobson a non-Amish neighbor who also works there. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Sarah shared a ride with them. Sarah’s older brother Saul sublets a tiny store front located in a rundown and mostly empty strip mall. Sarah has...

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I, Julie Mitchell, am going to say something that I would never normally say, ‘My life sucks! Not just run of the mill suck, but it fucking sucks big time.’ Life up until a couple of months ago was great, I was in a long term relationship with a great guy, I, I mean we had our own apartment, we went out to restaurants and the theatre on a regular basis, we were comfortable financially, and then he got sent overseas, and he never came back, at least not alive. He was working with refugees and...

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Tom inherited the Fisherman’s Point cottage from Polly, his great aunt. At the time, Tom and Karen were living in a small garden flat in Shepherd’s Bush. Karen was working as a marketing executive for a package holiday company. Tom was working as a freelance journalist, although what he really wanted to do was try his hand at writing a novel. The cottage was not large. It had probably started life as a fisherman’s cottage sometime in the early part of the 18th century. Polly had given it a new...

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My wife, Ata, entered the shop as the bell clanged, and the lights snapped back on. Ata was born in Bordrum, Turkey. On the sea. The Turquoise Coast it’s called. She never knew her parents but there were rumors that her mom was a witch. Ata wore a locket that she wore with the name of Iamar engraved in it. In university we had met and became as one, experiencing what life brought us. I went from owning video shops, in the hay-day of the business, to now a small bookshop. Now in the...

The Liar s Bar

The bar door crashes open and the juke box music floods into the darkening street beyond. A weary Grant Oliver walks up to the bar stool, announces his arrival with the hard hitting helmet that crashes on the bar. His thick coat thrown on top of it to make sure it stayed there.The bartender glances at the man climbing onto the stool out of the corner of his eye as he proceeds to polish the glasses; one by one, inch by inch.Grant stares at the bar for what seems like ages and lets out a long...

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There was a jangling of the bell as they walked into the bookshop. Godfrey gallantly stood back to allow Eugenia through the doorway as he took off his hat. He then followed her to greet the shopkeeper who was seated at his desk. The white-haired, portly, bespectacled Mr Johnson rose to shake Godfrey’s hand warmly and gave a slightly more muted, old-fashioned bow towards Eugenia, as was proper towards the wife of a favoured customer. As Godfrey settled into the comfortable chair opposite Mr...

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It has to be a secret from others at school – even the girls I worshipped couldn’t know – if the secret got out, my life would have been hell – bullying, ostracisation, mockery, the lot.Even at work, most people couldn’t know, as I’d risk ostracisation and derision, disgust, even getting the sack. But I did like the girls I worshipped to know, and I worked out ways of doing this, my behaviour, things I said, that meant they would gradually come to that conclusion. Of course the benefits of...

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It’s sometime in the 80s and I’m in a dirty bookshop in Northampton, as always wearing my dirty mac. I was about to start a change in my life, in my 40s. There was then a lot I didn’t know, and more to the point never thought about. I also did at that age know a few things that I hadn’t really confronted in my youth – I was a wanker, and not only sure about that but very happy to be. I was still very naive even when I was middle-aged. There was no Internet, and although I’d seen stocking-tops,...

Meeting Emma The Cupboard

My name is Will, and this is a story of how my sexual horizons were widened by an incredible girl in a boring world. Sounds like an awful cliché, but this is a story so what can you expect? I guess it makes sense to start at the beginning, as that is the way most things work best. If all you want is cold hard tales of knobbing then this might not be for you, I am going to spin this yarn for all it deserves. Gather round... * So Hello, my name is Will, I was twenty years of age at the time of...

Unguent 3

Storm Clouds Laura stood up after draining her mocha to its chocolate lees. The Japanese girl clicked on the next episode of her anime, while she gave her another polite nod connoting goodbye, tossing her silken black ponytail hither and thither. Laura looked around for the trashcan and spotted it next to the door of the Starbucks. The Indian business boy gulped as Laura’s eyes met his, and then looked away. She got a distinct high school vibe from him. She smiled and tossed her empty mocha cup...

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(Editor’s off the cuff comments at in italics. This is not yet a true story) My girlfriend Mary and I were extremely aroused and more than a little excited as we entered the adult theater/bookshop; but now was time we would fulfill a fantasy of ours. I had driven her to an adult video store just south across the Ohio board on I-75. that had private booths. We had been reading glory hole stories together, some online and some that I wrote (of which this is the first-yes). In this story I was...

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There really is no way to put this delicately? I like having my face, tits and ass cummed-on.I'm 23, very pretty to look at, and as I travel to and from my work, I put myself in harms way, If I see an opportunity to be cummed-on.I like the feeling of anticipation, of waiting for the moment his first warm spurt will splatter my cheek, as I like to look up, with an air of submissiveness, begging, as he chokes out a whimper and makes that face as if he is experiencing pain. I know instinctively...

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Parallelalities - Take Three (Part 1 of Take Three) by Bill Hart In total disgust, Randy stared at the blank screen of the television he'd just turned off. How was this possible? He couldn't believe all the crap he'd read in the listing. And that crap wasn't confined to the six over-the-air networks either. All two hundred channels on his newly expanded digital cable system were airing nothing but garbage tonight. What good was having this six-foot diagonal...

Damsel In Distress

Damsel In Distress Edward Marston was tired. It had been a long few days. It was Friday and he was looking forward to an easy weekend. He had nothing planned. He had stood in line at the cellphone provider and managed to change his contract. He needed to remove Lisa, his ex-wife, from all his bank accounts, credit cards and mobile phone contract. This took more time than he anticipated. His divorce had just been finalized. At some point he would have to clean out her closet and delete...

Finding Jocelyn

Finding Jocelyn. By Tanya H. I first met her one Tuesday in a shabby office in the corner of the county Ambulance Service HQ. I barged in, towing the hoover, with a hum on my lips and my cleaning bucket in the free hand only to come to a stop, just inside the door, when I realised somebody was still working in there. Normally by the time I get round most people had got on their toes and were well on their way home. I was used to having the place to myself,...

Easydescent makes Sarahbeara obey

Hey guys!!! A while ago i had come up with the idea to write a story with my good pal Easydescent. So, we put our two very different writing skills together and wrote this. So, not all the credit goes to me guys's. All the parts that says Sarahbeara is what i wrote and all the parts that says Easydescent is what he worte. I thought that maybe Lush needed a little bit of a change and i thought Why not have two authors come together to...

A Blank Page

I sit on the bench, enjoying the warm sunlight on my skin, and survey the park. It’s fairly quiet today, with a few families sitting on the benches around the lake further down the slope, a young couple sunbathing on a towel near the big tree, a man in a business suit on the bench nearest to mine eating a sandwich and reading the newspaper. I’m alone on my bench; obviously I prefer to have the whole thing to myself, and I’m satisfied that the risk of anybody sitting next to me and spoiling my...

Library Tease Part 1

I took a deep breath through my nose as I entered my favorite bookshop. I could never get enough of the freshly printed book smell. It calmed me and filled me with an intense nostalgic longing for old stories I had read as a child- books filled with fairies and magic. Even as an adult I loved fantasy and craved any story that I could escape into and become the hero fighting dragons or the lowly servant who discovered she was a long lost princess. I wasn’t ashamed of the fact that I was here...

Hypnotising Mother

It was Friday, and as with every other Friday I was in my son's room tidying up, dusting and hunting out his dirty clothes which had been tossed all over the show. How one kid could make so much mess beat me, I was sure I hadn't made as much when I was his age, that thought reminded me that it was Paul's birthday the next day, he'd be thirteen. Frowning I continued my quest for dirty linen and dust, my frown caused by thoughts of Paul's bastard of a father, he'd seduced me when I was...

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