Anal Sex Stories

My wife has complained that all I write about now are cheating wives; well, this is in answer to that comment.

This is a future history of England over the Twenty-First Century and into the next. It is a multi-threaded narrative that travels from place-to-place, succeeds from year-to-year, and passes from one person to another. England's green and pleasant land is visited by famine, plague, war and pestilence. Governments come and go. The ocean levels inexorably rise. International relations worsen. And the English people stumble through the chaos as best they can. Who said there was No Future?

I meet the girl of my dreams, and she's everything I ever wanted. But am I everything SHE'S ever wanted?

This is a story of consensual bondage, rape, sodomy, and death, inspired by one brief sentence at the end of one of ASSM's Laura Lynn Davis's excellent stories, but it does not employ any of her themes. Interestingly, I drew a fan letter from a foot fetishist.

A lonely and shy woman has joined a bowling club and a member is asked to visit her, to give a more personal touch. The committee member does and she informs him she did receive the social invites but has nothing to wear or transport. The committee members says he will take her and asks her to try on her dress. He views her naked. At the social he invites her out and there they fuck. He drives her home, playing with her cunt while she strokes him. Home she sucks him, he then fucks her bum.