Louise Smithson, aged fifty-three, had a dilemma. She wanted to continue fucking her nineteen-year-old house guest, Calvin Nelson, but her husband and her son had both mentioned their suspicions and her son had almost caught Louise leaving Calvin's room t...
Croquette. A game I now think I absolutely and most assuredly despise. I stood in Milli Hammel's well-manicured lawn. A nice day, yes, though the air had chilled quite a bit as of late. Milli, her perfect pearls and perfect husband and perfect home with p...
Of all the sordid stories that should never be told, I imagine that this would be one of them. The story of a mother—a step-mother, though I should specify that would hardly weigh-in per the eyes of the law—and her son. Not a rosy peach-cheeks type of tal...
Lucy Hogarth and Mary Littleton were now having lesbian sex at every opportunity and Mary had given Lucy another caning but Lucy found the caning strangely underwhelming because she now felt that she needed more than Mary could give her regarding corporal...
