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The Farm Hand

sometimes work just gets in the way

I was out checking that the cows had water when the farmer’s daughter cornered me by the edge of the field. Her checked shirt was unbuttoned, and she'd tied it in a knot, giving me a good glimpse of her boobs and stomach. “Well, hello, cowboy,” she said b...

Oh Come, Let Us Adore Him

The Monty Python influence is strong in this one...

“It seems to me,” muttered Balthazar as he stirred the teapot, “That gold, frankincense, and myrrh are pretty stupid gifts to bring a ten-day-old baby. Why don’t we get him a stuffed camel or a rattle or something like that? Something he might actually en...

Policewoman Releases Stress

A senior policewoman orchestrates a sexual encounter to help deal with work stresses.

Detective Constable Miller was in uber-macho mode, lewdly describing to the other male detectives in his team a recent escapade. Detective Sergeant Roberts and young D.C. Bishop were all ears. “Then I bent the slut over a chair, and, while standing up, fu...

What Is Your Name?

Some of the men I met.

I met a Richard Who can’t get hard He was so bold But has a heart of gold. * I met a Nate Who liked Chaturbate His fingers are fat Nothing wrong with that. * I met a Paul A man very tall I’d swear in court His willy was short. * I met a Mark Down at the p...

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A Street Party Named Desire : Chapter 2

You can take the girl out of the Murias tribe, but you can’t take the Murias tribe out of the girl.

When Thursday came around, Kajal packed the fridge with beers, ready for the weekly Entertainment Committee meeting. But, rather than heat some pre-prepared chicken wings, this time, she made them from scratch, in an Indian style. Having marinated them in...

A Street Party Named Desire : Chapter 1

So there you have it. We come from a family of sluts, and that’s why we’re sluts ourselves.

In the months following his death, Kajal had considered moving into her father’s empty townhouse in Hampstead. It was more spacious than her cramped two-bedroom flat and in a much better location, situated on the edge of the Heath and only a five-minute w...

Nisha’s Husband Swap 3 : Visitors. Chapter 2.

“Tell me what happened, poor love,” Nisha said, resting her hand on Fraser’s leg.

Nisha woke the following day to the sound of more fucking next door. “Oh, God! Oh, God! Fuck me harder! Fuck Mummy, then shoot your cum on her big tits. Oh God, your cock feels so good!” Fraser was evidently giving Poonam the fucking of her life, and anot...

Nisha’s Husband Swap 3 : Visitors. Chapter 1.

“Oh God, you’re not going to believe this - Poonam’s coming.”

“Oh God, no!” Nisha stared in shock and disbelief at her phone. Chris looked over his newspaper and put down his morning cup of tea. “Is everything okay, Darling?” Nisha didn’t respond at first as she continued to read the email with a look of horror on h...

A Visit From St. Nicholas (The Naughty Version)

My apologies to Clement Clarke Moore for this version of his classic poem...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, We were fucking like rabbits, both pissed on the Grouse. My stockings were strewn on the back of a chair, And my legs were akimbo, both feet in the air. My husband was fucking me hard on the be...